The battle array has been laid out.

More than 10,000 swords were facing the camp in Noxus, and more than 20,000 muskets were loaded.

Under the rising sun, the armored Ionian coalition was as strong as a dragon, with the belief that it would win.

The Noxus camp was still closed, except for the lone sentinels, only the Noxian battle flag fluttered in the wind.

"Do you want to storm the camp?" Irelia had dismounted, and with her oddly shaped blade, she walked slowly over to the two bosses.

Once on the battlefield, with a sword and a scarlet armor, Irelia was a soldier entirely.

The momentum that ejaculated between her eyebrows completely covered up her originally delicate face, leaving only a murderous aura that people didn't dare to look at directly.

Killing Intent.

"General Balzac, what do you mean?" Karma completely ignored Irelia's killing intent and glanced at Balzac on the side very calmly.

"Well, rush, it's not a way to drag." Balzac, with bloodshot eyes, stared at the Noxian camp.

Come on, let me see what you're hiding.

Then the trumpet sounded, and Irelia stepped to the front with her sword.

The entire battle array was active, the sound of swords grinding, and every man's face showed an extremely excited expression.

Finally......

"Kala-" And at this moment, the door of the Noxian camp, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

The next moment, a group of silent men rushed out of it.

This group of men......

Balzac's brow jumped fiercely, and he looked at this group of men with dead faces and terrible destruction all over his body, and his heart swept through his heart with extreme unease.

Something is wrong, something is wrong, something is so wrong.

He couldn't help but signal for the soldiers to switch from attack to defense, but it was too late.

The first batch of soldiers was already excited. Shouting and rushing out of the city.

"Boom-" The surging soldiers collided like two torrents.

"Tear--" Then came the sound of swords piercing each other's flesh, and the unwilling, angry, painful roars of each other.

But the result was beyond anyone's expectations.

The originally menacing Ionian coalition army was unexpectedly vulnerable. It was crushed by the Noxians in one face.

Their ranks were smashed to pieces, and the countless soldiers didn't even have time to shout before they were completely swallowed up by the torrent of Noxians.

The Noxians were still advancing, silent, silent, dead, lifeless, yet rushing to be dead and alive.

A lot of people have swords stuck in their bodies, but they don't care at all. They just go forward, forward, forward!!

Their armor was dark and they were like a group of deaths, and they had returned from hell to the sun.

They are like the resurrection of the souls of those who once died in those spring breezy grasslands, they ......

It's like an Ionian once was.

"Steady, steady, steady!!" Among the Ionians who were crushed. Only Irelia was desperately trying to stop the Noxians' attack.

But the number of people on the other side is too much, and the momentum is too much. Even if Irelia rode a thousand, she couldn't stop the decline, so she could only fight and retreat.

The battle formation, which had been intact, was opened in an instant, and more Noxians poured out of the camp that had been like a dead place.

They don't have the slightest intention of sitting still, they're just waiting, waiting for the best moment. Burst into the most terrible blow.

They were like a terrible knife, stabbing the most dangerous of the Ionians at their most powerful and at the same time most relaxed.

"I was wrong." Balzac muttered to himself, frowning and giving orders.

He knew he was wrong. It's outrageously wrong.

But fortunately, there is still a chance, and everything is not the worst.

It can also be remedied.

At this time, you must not panic, otherwise there is a real possibility of disaster.

At this time, Kalmar was also frowning deeply, but she didn't say a word, just watched Balzac give orders.

Although her command ability is not weak, otherwise she would not be able to become the leader of the rebels.

But compared with Balzac, she is still a little worse, not to mention that Balzac also has the greatest advantage in the entire coalition army.

But at this time, if she really doesn't do anything, then she will be the leader of the rebels, the most legendary woman in all of Ionia.

I saw her slowly get up from her horse, raise her hands high towards the somewhat flustered soldiers, and she said slowly: "My children, cheer up and fight with faith. Ionia, with you. ”

Her voice was not particularly loud, and even under normal circumstances, it could be drowned out by the shouts of thousands of people at any time.

But the amazing thing is that her voice is so tenacious that it penetrates all the noise and obstacles, and resounds throughout the battlefield.

Her voice was solemn and solemn, and every word, every word, every word, seemed to be chanting some ancient incantation, giving people an air of sacredness.

It is like a resonance from the heart, from the soul.

Many of the Ionian soldiers quickly calmed down, and the Beagles began to raise their guns in an orderly manner.

The situation that was on the verge of collapse eased somewhat, and even the Noxians' charge eased a little.

They seemed to be inspired by Karma's words, and there was a hint of hesitation on their cold faces.

The pace of the attack was slow for a moment, and the Ionian forces finally had a moment of respite.

If they are given some more time, maybe they will be able to call back.

But at this very moment-

"Noxus !!" After the endless black tide, a scarlet figure appeared, carrying a scarlet axe, and roaring at everyone.

"Long live !!" All the Noxians responded as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they were once again extremely determined, charged, charged, charged, and charged.

"Catapult ready." Balzac remained calm and commanded the audience.

Faced with a steady stream of Noxians, he decisively deployed his largest long-range heavy firepower weapon.

Runic catapults.

The heavy war machine pulled slowly, and with a creaking sound, all the stones were pulled to the best angle.

Runic energy flickers.

Aim.

Preparation –

"Quack !!" Suddenly, a crow chirped in the sky. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.